I follow

Tall afield

You Stride through wayward darkness

Above hills

Whose crests to me are mountains

The bright lights

You have stayed calm before me

Vast plunder

Reaped in cast of thought & wise

And to me

Spoke missteps and biting loss

To gird step

From fall to pit past charted

Look upon

  Ever onward

     So whether stay I

        Or break step from your stead

I take it all with me